Because I’m getting married.
Yes, lightening really does strike on multiple occasions, and in 2014 – barring someone very, very special coming to their senses – I will be getting spliced, and become someone’s husband.
I am incredibly happy about it, especially as it isn’t something I ever envisaged happening.
You may be as shocked as I am.
There have been mentions of my girlfriend over the last few years here on Single Parent Dad, but I’ve been a smidge reluctant to go in to too much detail.
There has been a colossal amount of material I guess I could have used, like dating for the social inept, introducing a new partner to a child, dating someone without kids and not comparing life now to the past, but I’ve not really gone there.
I didn’t really want to jeopardise what I knew was a good thing from the very beginning, nor did I want to be left looking like even more of a muppet than I usually do when it all went tits up.
But it hasn’t.
And with the help of my beautiful son, and best man, I got my wonderful girlfriend to accept a proposal of marriage.
That was supposed to spell out ‘Will You Marry Me?” in fairy lights and its great-idea-poorly-executed ethos probably sums up what my future wife is in for.
It was important for me to involve my son, Max, in the process as it’s a change that affects him enormously too. He’s as happy as I am. I’ve been incredibly proud of how he’s handled the changes that have come with the permanent introduction of a woman in both our lives.
They are both richer for them.
“You’d better ask her quick Dad, before someone else makes her a better offer”
“It’s actually a good thing that the proposal went a bit wrong as we all laughed and will always remember it.”
Will be ones I always hope to treasure.
I know it hasn’t been easy for my beautiful fiancé, Helen, either. Dealing with my shenanigans, general demeanour, as well as the crap that goes along with dating a widower. But one of the many reasons I know we’ll be happy together is the way she’s dealt, and continues to deal, with all those things.
She ignores and adores in very good measure.
So there it is, I won’t really be a single parent dad anymore. Helen says I am still about 75% in charge, but I say it is more like a controlling interest of 51%. And this is solely when it comes to parenting matters.
Shouldn't mean an awful lot changes here, I may change the title of the blog, or at the very least change my 6 year-old header banner, but for now I plan to churn out the same nonsense I've done since the creation of Single Parent Dad.